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		<title>A visit to Singapore: or, getting lost at home by Lim Jin Li</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 09:19:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharlene Teo</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[  &#160; (to C — je ne regrette rien) &#160; I wouldn’t say that I travel a lot. I would say though—and to be fair—that I do fly a lot. But since I only (ever) fly from London to Singapore and then back again, I don’t think that really counts as travelling. I work in London and I am from Singapore; they are familiar. And if one merely leaves one familiarity for another (and even at that, temporarily), is that travel? I would (usually) say no, except that last summer’s there-and-back-again was different. &#160; I like the word ‘different.’ There [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The City in my Head (9) by Clare Fisher</title>
		<link>http://www.nftu.co.uk/2013/06/11/the-city-in-my-head-9-by-clare-fisher/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Jun 2013 19:21:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>claresitafisher</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; The City in my Head: Clare Fisher builds a fictional map of London, story by story, area by area. Although she hopes to cover as much space as possible, she admits that, like any imagination, hers has certain habits, gaps, and blind spots; don’t be too offended if your favourite street doesn’t crop up. Highbury &#38; Islington: Life on the Edge When she saw him slumped over his backpack with his mouth wide open and dribble dangling out of the corner nearest the ground, she was certain that she’d seen him before. She dumped her backpack as near to him as [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Shadow by Rachel Chambers</title>
		<link>http://www.nftu.co.uk/2013/06/10/the-shadow-by-rachel-chambers/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Jun 2013 09:21:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharlene Teo</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[After moving to Manchester, I started losing races.  The Wilmslow 10k was a disaster: I came sixth in the women’s category, almost five minutes short of my personal best. ‘I can’t understand it,’ I complained to my boyfriend. ‘I put in so much training.’ ‘Don’t beat yourself up over it,’ Ash said. ‘It’s only a bit of fun.’ He never understood my running, of course; he has a weightlifter’s mindset to match his physique.   Ash’s job made it difficult to settle. We moved so often that the cities began to blend, although Manchester was worse than most, a horizonless [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Sunday Papers by Brian Michael Barbeito</title>
		<link>http://www.nftu.co.uk/2013/06/03/the-sunday-papers-by-brian-michael-barbeito/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Jun 2013 09:18:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharlene Teo</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[  THE SUNDAY PAPERS a short story in five quick vignettes before the end of the world  Brian Michael Barbeito   For Lee   One The Cellular Memory of Transit, Sub-Prime Mortgages, and the Crow’s Feet Publishers It’s the old sound and feel of public transit. I find there are floods of memories. Knowledge of when it will get busy and when it will know some spaciousness. Different pairs cosmopolitan not provincial stand in front of me. This is the way the world is. These are the ways of the people of the world. Astute and incredibly so. The copy you can get [...]]]></description>
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		<title>His Waking Hours by Alan O&#8217; Gorman</title>
		<link>http://www.nftu.co.uk/2013/05/27/his-waking-hours-by-alan-o-gorman/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 May 2013 09:14:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharlene Teo</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Word Count:  1,779 Description: This short story is set in a rural Irish town and looks at the effects of bullying, albeit not from the point of view of the victim. I was hoping to explore the reason behind the motives and actions of a young teenager who torments others and what affect these have on his own personal anguish. Bio: My name is Alan O’Gorman, I’m 23 and I am currently studying Creative Writing as an MSc in the University of Edinburgh. A Dream&#8230; already he forgets but, you see, the details are not important. Not so much as [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The City in my Head (8) by Clare Fisher</title>
		<link>http://www.nftu.co.uk/2013/05/22/the-city-in-my-head-8-by-clare-fisher/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 19:14:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>claresitafisher</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The City in my Head: Clare Fisher builds a fictional map of London, story by story, area by area. Although she hopes to cover as much space as possible, she admits that, like any imagination, hers has certain habits, gaps, and blind spots; don’t be too offended if your favourite street doesn’t crop up. Haggerston: Paradise in a Box Walk five minutes from your home in any direction and you will reach Paradise. Curry Paradise or Paradise of Kebabs or Chicken or 100% Real &#38; U-neek bags, depending on whether you walk towards Haggerston Park or Victoria Park or Bethnal Green or [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pest Control by Amy Flinders</title>
		<link>http://www.nftu.co.uk/2013/05/20/pest-control-by-amy-flinders/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 09:08:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharlene Teo</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Lester looked at the creature in his hand as it struggled to crawl across his palm. It would be dead soon, not that this would result from Lester causing it any direct physical harm. He wasn’t able to. He had every kind of trap both fatal and humane and no end of poisonous liquids, powders, pellets and gases - almost all of which had gradually become defunct over the last few of years. He was the only exterminator left in Ground 7 &#8211; a lot to cover single-handedly, but Lester would still struggle to fill his working day. Nobody bothered calling anymore. They were too smart now. And too quick, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Vigil of the Thistles by Jona Xhepa</title>
		<link>http://www.nftu.co.uk/2013/05/13/the-vigil-of-the-thistles-by-jona-xhepa/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 09:01:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharlene Teo</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tomorrow I will go. He said. On arrival wearing a flower in his lapel like his father before him, he heard the sounds of pipes from the airport gift shop, and thought he was catching a glimpse of things to come, wondering if he should start taking photographs. That would have to be a project for another time: pictures of airports. It isn&#8217;t that he had felt the need to leave and go elsewhere, but it&#8217;s what people in a similar situation did. And it was a choice that overtook the few other ones that faced him. His wife didn&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Nowhere Reach by Xanthi Barker</title>
		<link>http://www.nftu.co.uk/2013/05/06/the-nowhere-reach-by-xanthi-barker/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 08:57:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharlene Teo</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[On Friday morning Alice woke before dawn, hung-over, tossed from sleep. She crept closer to Rob beneath the covers, wrapping herself around his sticky, sleeping body, tracking her fingers through the hair across his stomach. Last night he had shuddered her away, bristling at her midnight-freezing fingers. But this morning, he groaned and pulled her close around him. Alice kissed his neck, stroked his thigh. Then his body tensed in waking and a grunt of rejection rumbled through the duvet and in her hand, he went soft and cold. Rob got up so fast that Alice gasped, recoiling from the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Russian Ark by Steve Clarkson</title>
		<link>http://www.nftu.co.uk/2013/04/29/russian-ark-by-steve-clarkson/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 08:47:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharlene Teo</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We named it after a film, and there are only ever four of us doing it. The same four. It just feels better that way. We trust each other, because we know more or less how we act when we’re doing it. It’d just be weird if there were anyone else involved. I’m not sure what the others think. Okay, let’s say it were to happen. It would take at least a few times for us all to become familiar with that person being in the room, going through the same process as the rest of us, before it would [...]]]></description>
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